She is possibly........th fluffiest

I wanna do pieces w backgrounds for all my friends bt im lazy so it's like
guess these are gettin done once every six months

It is the distant future.
The sun is shining, albeit, brighter than usual, it has been shining so much brighter than usual as of late. The heat slinks, heavy, lazy waves, like some great, overfed cat, shimmering along the ground. The ozone layer isn't what it used to be. We've improved though. Maybe not too late. Maybe. Small cords glimmer under the surface of the earth, ever so delicate among the greenery of the garden, connected to tiny organic machines, plants, which power the world around them. Technology has grown, like us, with us, in the years that have passed.

Turning a strawberry over in a hand, one has to marvel at the fruit, the plant, the power it has to raise itself up. To create and blossom. This bed of perfect fruit bearing plants powers the living-room light. Off at the moment, it is so bright.

Joints crack, standing is sore. Swish-swish. Brushing earth off of one's knees, there isn't too much of it. The lawn, brilliant emerald swaths of clover which spring up readily and consume so much less water than the grass people once used, back when people were less aware. As if we are not less aware. We are always learning. Always--the plants are considered--growing. A hand extended upwards, providing shade to seek the sun. It is so bright.

'Look!'

Its voice can be heard, hanging out the window, paper in hand, waving waving, close enough to the tree which powers the top floor bedroom that the peach blossoms shiver as if in anticipation of what is to come. What it is to be.
'Look!' the call comes again.

'I did it! I finally drew something!'

I fall to my knees once more, lips curled into a smile, hands tangled in the precious clover. It has been so long. It has been too long. But finally, I inhale, a sniffle, finally, I can die happy. Hum finally drew something.

It is so bright.